Faded Moments

• Amelia Nikles-ralph, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

My camera can't capture the sunset;
A vivid flushed mural decorating a
Bright willing canvas

Yet there's a designated mode for this very
Purpose. So cursing its weakness,
I fiddle with the settings.

When I lower the viewfinder,
The sun has sunk below the hill.
Dusk, only mere wisps remain.

If only the camera worked as advertised-
If only I had given up sooner.
If only I had lived in the moment.